It was her turn to lean from the carriage window to ask her brother what he meant.
"I mean you are to drive home again," said he.

"There is something I must tell you.

When you have heard me it shall be yours to decide whether you will proceed or not to Zoyland Chase." Hers to decide?
How was that possible?
What could he mean?
She pressed him with some such questions.
"It means, in short," he answered impatiently, "that I hold your salvation in my hands.

For the rest, this is not the time or place to tell you more.

Bid the fellow put about." Ruth sat back and looked once more at her companions.